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The young man, seeing this scene, panicked and turned to run.
But as he turned around, he found the way in was also blocked by several strongmen.
"Kid, just accept your bad luck today,"
One of the strongmen quickly approached Zhang Xiaowei, sneering fiercely as he suddenly made his move, aiming a knife straight at Zhang Xiaowei's chest.
The young man's face lost all color, his eyes wide with terror.
If Zhang Xiaowei was taken out, he was sure he would be the next.
"Boss Shen, let's talk this out,"
Begging for mercy was useless now.
Boss Shen looked indifferently at the two of them, as if they were just two pigs waiting for slaughter.
Smack!
Just at this critical moment, Zhang Xiaowei raised his hand and gently tapped the strongman's wrist.
In an instant, the dagger the strongman had been tightly holding flew out of his hand.
It fell to the floor with a crisp "ding-dong" sound.
For a moment, everyone was stunned.
